I've been surfing the web since 1995. I've been voyeur on the web, rather than an active contributing participant. I remember I used to prefer playing legend of the red dragon via a bbs a friend ran, rather than go do something outside. Needless to say, I've maintained my monitor tan and love of the indoors.
Over the years, I've lost a little hair, become more festive but sadly more cognizant of my ignorance. Here I hope to document my battles for ignorance and gluttony. I'll ignore the ignorance for now and move straight towards my love of food. I love food. Not just some food, any food. oh, and I love the feeling of my stomach pressing against my diaphragm.
The extra effort each breath requires tends to leave me thinking about why I mock the hungry. Fuck the hungry and the poor; I poop on the poor. (that might not be a good idea, one day I might have to eat them) Anyway, this love of food is causing more pressing physical problems for me: I'm getting fatter, which means my belly is getting pushed in and preventing me from eating as much as I'd like. And I'm not about to lower my intake. Ain't no amount of fat going to stop me from eating. But this means only one thing: I need to work out so I can maintain my eating levels.
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